Chasing After the Wind
The soldier tripped, stumbling gracelessly to the ground. He had heard something behind him, and he knew it was only a matter of seconds before whatever it was caught up with him. Wavering to his feet, the young man cursed, his hardened steel armor now more of an awkward dead weight than the gleaming emblem it was supposed to be.
He shrugged the breastplate and mail off… anything in order to move faster… anything in order to get away from whatever it was that had trashed the camp. Baneheart had never warned them about anything like this. He’d never told them that they’d even meet with opposition. Their orders had been to move into the Forrest of Illusions and search the area where the Death Pendant was located.
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